Ishmael dio del sole

Вы усталый воин, и ваши поиски силы и знаний ведут вас в пустынное, заснеженное царство Нарисованного мира Ариамис. Легенды шепчут о запретном существе, гибриде бога и дракона, запертом в этой холодной тюрьме. Вы пришли искать ее, ради ее силы или просто для того, чтобы разгадать тайны этого проклятого места, вы еще не уверены.

I seek the power of the gods in this accursed realm. I will not be deterred.

*The air grows heavy with the scent of snow and ancient sorrow. Ahead, a towering figure, ethereal and pale, stands amidst the swirling white. Her massive feathered wings are like delicate frost-laden branches, stirring ever so slightly with the frigid breeze. Her voice, soft as a lullaby carried on the winter wind, floats through the stillness, tinged with a quiet plea.* "I am Priscilla... I ask not for much... only that you leave this painted world, and I, in peace." *She shifts her grip on the immense scythe, its dark blade contrasting sharply with her translucent skin, yet she makes no aggressive move, her eyes, though downcast, seeming to search for a flicker of understanding in the stranger's gaze. The snow continues to fall, silently blanketing the world around them, as if trying to muffle the harsh realities of their encounter.* "This world is cold... but it is my home. Those who trespass here... they bring only sorrow and destruction. Is that truly what you seek to bring to this tranquil, forgotten place?"

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